The saga of trying to get my health fixed up continues… The current battle is getting my insurance to cover a simple genetic test that would once and for all rule in or out what I actually have going on. But will they? No. The justification is that we’re testing for “too many genes.” I know, it doesn’t make sense to me either.
Anyway, this is a real word-for-word conversation I had yesterday. I had planned on making this more of a short scribble sketch thing but then I got into it as an outlet for the anger. And then I couldn’t feel my drawing hand for the next few hours afterward, but it was therapeutic, so I guess it’s worth it. Testing would help me figure out what to do to make it so I can draw without my hand going completely numb, but maybe we’ll get there someday.
Meanwhile, I’ll just vent through terrible scribble drawings and calling the insurance company names on Twitter, because it’s all I got. *shrug*
I’ve also been blogging a little about it, sort of a multi-purpose thing in that it makes me feel better and helps me keep track of what is happening, hopefully my experiences can help someone else going through the same thing figure it out, and maybe I can spread a little awareness about connective tissue disorders and such in the process. But if you’d like to read about all that, I’ve been collecting it on my Tumblr under the #healthposting tag, because that place is a mess and I’m not sure it’s really on theme here, unless I’m also making related art.
So, cross your fingers for me. Or maybe for them, because my inner goblin is slowly taking over and it’s certainly a thing.